“In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light”. Hans Hofmann
“The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.”
— Dorothea Lange
“A good photograph is one that communicates a fact, touches the heart and leaves the viewer a changed person for having seen it. It is, in a word, effective.” — Irving Penn
“Beauty can be seen in all things, seeing and composing the beauty is what separates the snapshot from the photograph.” — Matt Hardy
“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”
— Susan Sontag
The day was Sunday 15th July 2018. The place was Bangalore in southern part of India. Weather was windy evening. Time on my wrist watch was clicking 6.30 pm. I was sitting comfortably at Rama Mandira, Malleswaram watching with wonder filled eyes to see a group of empowering young group of Carnatic musicians gathered over there to present their vocal music in cadence of melody. The august occasion was to present in vocal musical form of Navarathna Krithis of father of Carnatic music of Shri Purandara Dasa . Musical evening was lit up with luminosity.
At the same time on the same day around the globe everyone was glued to their television screen to take stock of global records of proudest moments in FIFA 2018 world Cup Football and Wimbledon Tennis. Global news channels and print media were working overtime to hunt for appropriate headline jingles. They got it tennis in “Djokovic firmly back from the beyond” “The Djoker laughs again” “Dominant Djoker crowned Wimbledon champ” and for FIFA2018 in “The French revolution” “France wins the football world cup after 20 years” “World at France’s feet” and so on. I too was in search of jingle for my experience with music performance on that evening.
Personally speaking, that evening hours turned into performance space both in music and in sports.
I felt mellifluous on the performance of music rendered by talented young Turks in rendering carnatic songs. Uniqueness about these “Nav rathnas”((Jaya jaya in Natta,Adidano Ranga in Arabhi,Kallu Sakkare in Kalyani,Odi Baarayya in Bhairavi,Sakala Grahabala in Athana,Pogadiralo in Shankarabharana,Na Ninna in Kaanada,Krishnamurthy in Kambhoji,Banda Ne Ne in Shri) is that everyone sings them in the same ragas with the same melodious tone.
I was silently recollecting my thoughts that everybody takes something home for their tomorrow. Here a practical and not so philosophical thought is ‘Have I earned my tomorrow today? This is indeed an uplifting question. Personally speaking I could see new talents both in on that day’s music and in global map of Tennis and Foot ball games.
At the end I realized how dictionary of music and sports are filled with same meaning. Music and sports have the ability to capture the abstract emotions and concrete experiences.
Truly speaking I could feel the vibrancy of sonorous surprises in me in the delightful bouquet of Nava rathna Krithis of Purandara Dasa sung by talented young artistes. The same is the tone of realization in respect of that day’s global sports events that opened new pages for thought.
In this context I cannot but vividly recollecting the following quotes when it comes to sports and music. “A trophy carries dust. Memories last forever.” – Mary Lou Retton “Good is not good when better is expected.” – Vin Scully “The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person’s determination.” – Tommy Lasorda
I left the music venue by recollecting the quote of Paulo Coelho that “Everyone on the face of the Earth has treasure that lays waiting for them”.
A new cult of therapists is on the rise in metros conducting workshops, courses and sessions to help individuals to understand and bursts their “self”.
Meditation has become a buzz word amongst the urban elite.
TV channels are not tired of beaming every day morning, discussions on what is life? Insights of peace, stress, fear, hope and so on occupy the agenda of any Corporate Training workshops.
On the other hand parks and pathways are used by morning walkers and joggers in the morning as well as in evening hours with the prime objective to tone up their muscles and minds.
The inevitable search is definitely for a holistic body and mind.
A well wisher of mine living in Mumbai popularly styled as Maxim city invited me to attend a small private session on “Vedanta Treatise”.
The location was in a small “refugee flat” on the eighth floor in Mumbai’s high profile residential apartment that stood for middle class symbol of prosperity and wealth of the growing India.
In fact, I, along with nine other participants in the eighth floor took shelter, to listen, for the first time to the wisdom of Vedanta.
The Vedanta treatise expounds the ancient philosophy of the Vedas. It has more than 5000 years of history. It highlights the eternal principles of life and living. It stresses that one has to raise one’s “knowledge from the mundane to the supreme self within”.
After listening to the talk I was loudly thinking do all these pro intellect and literate view points on “life” go well with the masses in a country like India?
The possession of knowledge does not always aid to kill ones’ sense of confusion and chaos.
As Rene Descartes puts it that “The greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues.” Since time immemorial the cosmic battle between reasons, superstition, happiness and chaos in our daily life has been the centre point of discussions without a clear direction.
Therefore I quiz to myself that a person can get at the most a philosophical answers only and not the universal practical guidance to overcome our confusion and understand the purpose and objects of one’s life.
I cannot but conclude this blog without quoting what the Noble Prize author Pearl S Buck once said “When men destroy their old gods, they will find new ones to take their place “. I am of the opinion that the best therapy to understand what is life is one should listen to one’s instinct. We after all make our destiny in our minds. To some, “Modern civilized ones without self-development are but intelligent savages living in spiritual slums.”
Do you really subscribe to this thought of approach towards life?
Mumbai blasts- The ugly face of terrorism.
I salute the NSG and the men in uniform who carried the “operation Cyclone” on 26th Nov, 2008 and saved Mumbai from rabid vultures.
I applaud the media for live TV coverage shot-by-shot of the siege of two hotels and a Jewish community centre in Mumbai for the prolonged -60 hours.
I pray for the departed souls and condole the death of all my brothers and sisters in the blast.
On the 26th November, 2008 nobody wanted that midnight menu.
Some call it as, India’s 9/11.
Others brand it as randomness in violence and the new face of urban terror.
Whatever may be the name?
The truth is the vocabulary of terror has been taking beyond 9/11.
The Nov 26th carnage has been the worst ever terror attack on India. The death toll exceeding that of 1993 Mumbai serial blasts.
Terrorism is unacceptable.
The monumental economic and business loss is beyond calculations.
Like any Indian I am angry frustrated and depressed.
The irony is the savage horror of Mumbai which began with terrorists docking near the Gateway of India occupies a unique space in everyone’s minds eye.
Gate way of India’s sea breeze is a health scale for morning walkers who daily stroll around the Marine drive.
The magnificent arch, Gate way of India, built in 1911 to welcome the King –Emperor George V, stood as a symbol of history where Arabian Sea waves gently touches its royal feet reminding the historical glory of the spot. This is history. Today it is a famous tourist spot attracting people from all geographical locations. One can always see Crowd’s clock around it made up of foreign tourists and local yokels, touts howl their wares, boats bob in the waters offering cruises out to open sea. At the gate way of India One can always hear chatting of multitude of tongues.
The Gate way of India has also a cure for every one’s insomnia in Mumbai.
People with deep pockets in the night go to costly restaurants and pubs. Those who could not afford and don’t subscribe to that culture like me stand on the Marine drive smell the breeze blowing off the sea and hear the wave’s crash on the huge boulders along the queens Necklace.
Since my younger days I always felt that in Mumbai’s Gate way India where History meets Geography.
The city, which always refused to sleep as a matter of choice, is perpetually sleepless now. Sleep is not the option any more. Today even streets sodium lights of MarineDrive shimmer in silence.
Now my appeal is don’t make the Gateway of India as a terror tourist spot.
Commonsense suggests tougher measures are required to deal with the terror mechanism and religious fundamentalism.
Information is the biggest tool to deal with terrorism. We have to strengthen our intelligence base and think that it is time for tough action.
I strongly believe that no force under the sun can take the Gate way of India “away” from us. Keep India safe, proud and happy.